On why curses are generational Jade Fleming

On why curses are generational

Jade Fleming

once in a while reincarnation is waking up from a god complex– you a small soul– the world you’ve positioned yourself to rule a jenga tower– the inner child you’ve never loved finally at peak tantrum–god being both the father and the son– in sabbath school they teach you god is all knowing and then they teach you disobedience makes him so angry he causes mass confusion and separates the languages at the tower of babel– imagine coming home every evening– a carpenter with dreams of touching heaven a few floors from reality, and you wake up to give your family a goodbye for the morning and you lose every word for i love you in ways they can understand– as if god didn’t know the heights his creations could reach– as if he hadn’t made them with his own hands in his own likeness– fuming children often know “better” but haven’t learned the “niceties” of keeping their anger tucked away– your poems have always spoken for you– every draft a new lifetime– never quite right– the lesson never quite learned– if you scream internally loud enough someone will make out the words to hold you– you are met instead with a finger pointed toward a corner– this is the repetition of condemnation– the inescapable garden of eden and a trap door– is the serpent’s whisper what Icarus heard before he fell– did it warn him he was too close out of a moment of empathy–begging him to come back down– perhaps every errant feather a fallen angel– a past life– rushing to bring him back to his senses a little too late– or selfishly welcome him back home– i’m certain his eyes were to the sun as he backed into hell

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